Fisk was like a startled giant Beast, his muscles tensed. If Wesley's answer was off by a single word or if his eyes flickered for even a second, he might be torn to shreds in the next moment by this completely maddened Beast, just like the two corpses on the floor.
Fear.
It wasn't just fear of Makima, but also fear of this 'King' before him who no longer trusted anyone.
The future Emperor of the underworld wasn't dead, but he had broken.
And all of this was simply because of that woman's sudden visit... One hour later, Fisk Tower.
On the top floor of the building, in a brand-new office that had never been open to the public.
The decor here was completely different from Fisk's office, which was filled with classical artistic flair.
It was minimalist and bright, with huge floor-to-ceiling windows that offered a view of almost all of New York.
Makima sat in a white leather office chair, holding a cup of hot coffee, her expression languid.
She showed little interest in taking over the Fisk Group's complicated business of vice.
After all, in her eyes, so-called gang wars and territory disputes were as boring as watching two colonies of ants fight.
The reason she was sitting here was partly to get some pocket money for Sumire, and partly because... Fisk was a witness to the 'Sumire Blackout' incident.
Perhaps he had some information that even Sumire herself didn't know?
She had to find an opportunity to ask.
Just then, there was a knock on the office door.
"Come in."
The door opened.
Wesley entered first, respectfully stepping aside to make way.
Following him, that massive frame—Wilson Fisk—walked in with heavy steps.
Although in private, Fisk had been driven nearly insane by Makima, even resorting to vent his rage by killing in front of that blood-stained wall, the moment he stepped into this office and felt the pressure of dominance radiating from that woman, a certain'switch' inside him was forcibly flipped.
The violence vanished, and the madness was reined in.
Before Makima, Fisk lowered his proud head and became refined and polite.
Despite his muscles trembling slightly from fighting this instinct, he still displayed absolute obedience.
"Good morning, Miss Makima," Fisk said in a low voice, struggling to maintain his last shred of dignity.
"Good morning, Mr. Fisk." Makima nodded with a smile, not even bothering to ask him to sit. She simply asked casually, as if to a subordinate, "It seems you slept well last night?"
Fisk's eye twitched violently, but he still lowered his head and squeezed out a few words through his teeth: "Thanks to you."
"Report on your work."
Wesley immediately stepped forward and opened the folder in his hand.
Wesley's current mindset was very complex.
He was still loyal to Fisk, but he recognized even more clearly that Makima was an invincible 'God'.
"As long as he obeys her, Mr. Fisk can survive, and perhaps... gain an even higher status in this New York that is about to change completely."
This was Wesley's philosophy of survival.
"Miss, regarding the current status of the group, there are two important matters to report to you," Wesley said in a respectful and professional tone.
"The first matter concerns the Russian Gang."
"Those brothers have been very restless lately. They not only withheld our goods but also spoke... disrespectfully of Mr. Fisk in public."
Sumire knew that the current Fisk was still some distance away from becoming the true 'Kingpin'. Right now, he was more like a local snake in New York, a contact and middleman between various gang forces. Although they feared him on the surface, they were not entirely submissive.
"The second matter is the intelligence you specifically instructed us to watch for, regarding Madame Gao."
At the mention of this name, Makima's finger, which had been tapping on the desk, stopped.
Those golden ringed eyes widened slightly, finally showing a hint of interest.
"Continue."
"Madame Gao and that Japanese man named Nobu have been acting very strangely lately."
Wesley flipped a page in the file, which had several blurry surveillance photos attached. "Our informants discovered they seem to be in contact with some people with official backgrounds, something called... S.H.I.E.L.D.?"
Sumire was stunned.
S.H.I.E.L.D.?
And The Hand?
How did you two get together?
Nick Fury, what the hell are you doing?
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